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It was Friday night, when Mrs. Hardwick came home. She took a deep breath and threw her black coat on the armchair in her living room. Liz looked around, her lips forming a thin line, when she stared at the mess in the room. She never had the time to clean up, the job as a detective was draining her energy.<\/span><\/p>\n As she was about to lie down on her old couch, her phone rang. Hardwick screamed in frustation and threw a little pillow across the room.<\/span><\/p>\n Before she answered the call, Liz cleared her throat. \u201cPlease, help me!\u201d A woman \u0301s voice cried out, her voice already hoarse from crying a lo<\/span>ng time. Liz tried to calm the woman down and after a while the sobs got quieter and the whimpers stopped completely.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cOkay. Dead husband, prob<\/span>ably murdered. Rich owner of a company. Got that. I \u0301ll arrive in ten minutes.<\/span>\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n She hung up, put on her black coat from the armchair and left, of course, after locking the door. Liz muttered a few incomprehensible curses, as she started the car. Well, she would \u0301ve been on her way, but her old vehicle just didn \u0301t work.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cScrew that thing!\u201d She had started to punch t<\/span>he steering wheel, now screaming out swear words.<\/span><\/p>\n After a while the car finally started and after about ten minutes, Liz arrived. She stepped out of the old car and stared at the mansion in front of her. It was white and huge, a garden filled with flowers, bonsai trees and a big water fountain. ——————–<\/span><\/p>\n Well, Mrs.Hardwick didn \u0301t expect this disgusting scene. A man lying dead on an expensive carpet, blood trailing out of the corners of his mouth. That sight was just-<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cNasty\u201d, the detective muttered and pushed the victim \u0301s shoulder with the tip of her shoe. \u201cAnd dead.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n After inspecting the corpse, she had the results. Poisoned. Must \u0301ve been the beer he was drinking. Hardwick turned on her heels and faced the dead man \u0301s wife.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cDid anyone have a bumpy relationship with the victim?\u201d \u201cNo, we just heard a loud thump\u201d, the woman started crying again. <\/span>Hardwick started to look for any evidence, when she noticed a blood stain on the dress of the woman.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cMust \u0301ve touched him\u201d, Liz thought and continued. There were bloody shoe prints near the <\/span>corpse. Judging by looking at them, these had been here for a longer time.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWhat \u0301s that?\u201d, Hardwick pulled out divorce papers from under the table cloth. She read <\/span>through them and stared at the woman behind her.<\/span><\/p>\n `Kind of suspicious \u0301, Liz thought and looked at the lines. `It \u0301s new… \u0301<\/span><\/p>\n Hardwick immediately stood up from her kneeling position and cleared her throat.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cMind<\/span>, <\/span>if I search through the other rooms?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cOf couse you can\u201d, the woman wiped her tears away and sniffed a little.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cOh, and Mrs.Clark. You have got blood on your dress.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n —————–<\/span><\/p>\n The kitchen was the first place Hardwick went to. She had searched through everything: Like shelves, cupboards, drawers and the fridge. Finally she found a little glass bottle in the trash bin.<\/span><\/p>\n Liz opened it and immediately a bad smell started to fill the room. Hardwick gagged and covered her nose instantly. She stared at the invisible liquid that was left.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cHmm…\u201d, she furrowed her eyebrows and thought a while, before gasping. \u201cPoison.\u201d \u201cMrs. Clark has a lover\u201d, Liz whispere<\/span>d, as she stared at the pictures she had found in the bedroom. It was a young man, maybe younger than Mrs. Clark herself. There were a lot of pictures, every time with someone else, younger than the previous one.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cShe has a fetish for young men.\u201d <\/span>————————<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWho was the murderer?\u201d, Clark asked, dressed in another dress.<\/span>`That woman and her dresses.` <\/span>\u201cI have a suspicion\u201d, Liz answered and took a gl<\/span>ance at her silver watch that she had bought from a dealer. At least that was what she thought.<\/span><\/p>\n Liz leaned back on the leather armchair she was sitting on and smirked. <\/span>\u201cFor a murderer, you sure are pretty dumb<\/span>, <\/span>Mrs. Clark.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Chiahui Wong 4M \/\/ November 2020 \/\/ Unterstufe \/\/Fiction \/\/ Crime story<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n [\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][\/et_pb_section]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Chiahui Wong 4M
<\/span>\u201cGood evening. Hardwick speaking.\u201d
<\/span>The woman did her regular greeting, but was confused when she heard sobs.<\/span><\/p>\n
<\/span>\u201cEat the Rich.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n
\u201cWel<\/span>,l the maid and butler, a few employees, his brother and that was it, I guess<\/span>.\u201d \u201cWere there any witnesses?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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